For the final concept, I start with a concept of making an embroidery project because I was inspired by this following work.
— by showshowcraft
However, I cannot find a good way to combine the tech part with this craft. After talking to Liza, I end up with making an interactive storybook. The following are some precedents:
1.
I love children a lot. And I like to make graphic both are simple and colorful. It makes me energetic.
2.
–by Jie Qi
Concept: This is a storytelling that create an immersive feeling of the Bortle Scales of dark sky, using poetry and graphics to represent the nine scales of places in first person. In this storybook, I hope I can rise people’s awareness in the field of Light Pollution.
Target audience: Children
Style: Colorful+ Playful
The Bortle Scale— The definition of the nine classes of dark sky:
I drew the nine stories of the Bortle Scale.
Working process:
- Print out on pro-color paper and make it a booklet.
2. Test out the LEDs. Organize how many LEDs each page should have, and also, what color should be, to represent the feeling of the poetry that matches the scale.
3. Test on one circuits first. And then draw all the nine circuits in the back.
4. Make the circuits completed with the copper tape. Also, reinforce on the connections with soldering.
5. Final testing
6. Video Demo
The nine poetry:
Dear Sky,
In this sandy valley, I could hear in the distance,
waves shining with light.
Whispering at my ears. I start my journey.
Eureka Valley, 1890, First class of darkness
Dear Sky,
I can see myself, mirrored.
What wonderful youth! I, smiling.
All things; hopeful, beautiful, unpredictable.
Minneapolis North Lake, 1950, Second class of darkness
Dear Sky,
Traveled long ways get here. Lonely.
The stars chattering above me.
I am not afraid.
The Isle of Sark, 2000, Third class of darkness
Dear Sky,
Ruins, Kivas, stories on the valley floor.
I am here. See, the great work of human culture.
Dizzy now, upside down.
Light from the slow blinking shutter, or half- circle house?
Chaco Culture National Historical Park, 2001, Fourth class of darkness
Dear Sky,
I can feel the power of nature.
Darkness. Sea mumbling, stars pulsing.
And look! Birds rush out, disappear, a small black dot.
Cape Cod National Seashore, 2003, Fifth class of darkness
Dear Sky,
This is a familiar place. I am on the bridge of crossing cultures.
Tipsy, can’t tell the time.
Late or early?
Concord, Massachusetts, 2005, Sixth class of darkness
Dear Sky,
Still. I can hear the trains, smell the fresh pine.
Nothing disappears, save all the lighting around the pier.
Ashland, Wisconsin, 2009, Seventh class of darkness
Dear Sky,
Arc lighting, can’t breath. Feel strange, can I run?
Lying on Lambeth Bridge, thinking,
then, the most beautiful starry night was, the city with gaslight.
London, 2010, Eighth class of darkness
Dear Sky,
Years pass by. Mature, I am giddy, but,
cannot see. Sparking through color and light,
money, money, money.
A coin breaks the sky, tearing me to pieces.
Las Vegas, 2015, Ninth class of darkness